“I am really sorry for being late, it wasn't -”

Red frowned as he noticed a reddish mark on Juliet's forehead. “What happened to your forehead?” He asked cutting the younger lady off.

Red moved away from his seat towards her, closing the gap between them, Juliet took several steps back until her back was against the door and he was right before her, in her personal space, his cologne filling up her just as that night.

“I . . . Ummm.” She stammered unable to form words, he stared ...